He wasn’t sure how he’d come to be here. There was only darkness, deep and thick, and he couldn’t see. The air was warm, and there was a comfort in this darkness, yet he felt alone, lost in a place familiar but unknown.To go back would be to stay and he wasn’t even sure where here was. But he knew he must leave if only he could find a way. His clothes felt normal, although there was something strange hanging from his chest. When his hand touched it, a light appeared, weak at first but growing. In its dim light, he found he indeed wore his usual faded jeans, black sneakers and the shirt his mother had given him. But, in this soft light, nothing held any colour, all were in shades of black and white. The object at his chest was a small glass orb that glistened from within.…